Spatchcocked Turkey?????

What in the heck is a spatchcocked turkey?

Is that a turkey which has been spatched?  If so, what is spatched?  Does that mean the turkey has been smacked around and left for dead?  Or, does it mean that a hamburger spatula has been used to beat the poor thing?   Or, does it mean that a turkey went out and got drunk and was wandering drunkenly down the road and got spatched when a car didn't see the turkey and tenderized the bird beyond recognition.  Spatched huh?

After all, I've seen drunken chickens before.  I must admit the drunken chickens I saw were cooked with a beer can up their old hiney.  But, I've never seen a drunken turkey, and I think to get a drunken turkey, you would need to put a whole six pack of beer up that old turkey's hiney.

Now I'm sure if I analyze this word spatchcocked, I will be able to figure it out.  I looked up the word spatch and found it's a game according to the urban dictionary.  Oh, ok, so it means a game turkey that _____?______ .  Now, taking the second word cocked,  we all know what cocked means....so if I put the two meanings together, I still don't know what a spatchedcocked turkey is.  Cripes.  Someone is coining big and grossly weird words for the dictionary. 

Back to google.  Yep there it is.  It didn't give me a true meaning, but if you take the backbone out of the turkey, push the rest of the turkey down by the breast bone on a flat baking sheet with a rim, and bake it till done, you suddenly have a spatchedcocked turkey.  Rub that sucker with olive oil and put on bit of salt and pepper and supposedly, this is the best turkey and one which cooks super fast. 

Ok ok....now the question is how the heck do you take the backbone out without totally butchering the turkey...it didn't tell me how to do that.  And, I really wonder how the heck you can spatchcock a 21 pound turkey, push the sucker down by the breast bone and get the whole thing on one baking sheet with a rim?  Am I supposed to use a large piece of tin from the barn roof to get something big enough???  I don't have a baking sheet that will hold the turkey, let alone fit in my oven. 

So ..... what a dilemma.  I want a spatchcocked turkey, and don't know how to do it and can't fit it in the oven to cook it.  And, I sure don't want to have a drunken turkey and waste a whole six pack of beer.  This delimma means that we will have a plain old huge 21 pound turkey, cooked in it's own juices. 

But I know that when I get the big bird ready to cook,  I'm going to put popcorn in his cavity, pop him in the oven and listen for the popcorn popping.  When the big old turkey's butt blows up and blows the oven door off and then flies across the room, I'll know he's done.


Something Old and Something New

 

This doll is from the 1950's.  These are called ponytail dolls

and were available at dimestores all over the nation.  They were made in japan and all had reddish hair in a ponytail, except for the ones which were sold with a brother, and he had only a hat on and no ponytail.  This particular one is a mechanical one which you could wind up and it would dance.  I own the above doll and love it.  In fact I own many ponytail dolls.  I used to go to Woolworth's in Springfield, and while my dad was having a piece of pie, I was buying ponytail dolls with the money he gave me to go spend. 

 

 

 

 

The doll on the right is one from my childhood....a Saucy Walker,  from 1956.  She's wearing a new coat which I made for her a few years ago.  The doll on the right is a fairly new doll.  As you can see, the quality of the older doll was much higher quality than that of today's doll.  Sure there are current day dolls which are of high quality, but they cost a ton of money and a child can't play with them.  Most Saucy Walker dolls had some rough play and still look good today.

 

 

 

 

Greenview residents will most likely remember the Greenview Review office on the north side of the square.  It was owned by Jack and Willie Ruth Luscher.  In this picture is their daughter Kathy when she was pretty young.  Note the Arlee Theater sign in the window.

 

 

 

Going south out of Greenview.  Taken when the highway had not been built.  Note the big stone Wernsing mansion on the right.

 

 

 

Quote For The Day

The best advice is this:

Don't take advice and don't give advice.

--Author Unknown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peace and Freedom

Because of our Veterans.

Thank you my friends and relatives who served.

Popeye's Best Friend - Spinach

Popeye The Sailorman, He Lives In A Garbage Can

That Popeye sure is a cool dude.  "I am who I am and that's all that I am."  Yep, me too.

Spinach always helped Popeye.  He'd pop out that can of spinach from someone around his armpit   ~~~ ewww ~~~ then pop the lid off, tilt back his head and gobblegegook that spinach in one gulp.   Now .... I think that if old Popeye can do that, so can I.  I love spinach, although I prefer mine raw, with a nice warm bacon dressing on a salad plate.  But the canned stuff will do if it makes me strong and able to get things done.  Like smack the crap outta someone or clean the whole house in one day.

So....today I'm going to start my Popeye campaign.  Gonna eat spinach for every meal.  If I'm going to do that, I will probably have some weird looking body waste but as long as it's the spinach, all will be well.

By this time next week, I should be strong as heck.  I should also have big muscles popping up in both arms and best of all, I will be able to do anything.

After all, I believe in the old saying.....give someone spinach, and that person can lift the world with one hand.  Amen.

Old Things Around The Area

 

T. J. Raikes, 1930 Menard County Sheriff campaign ad.

Was elected in 1934 as sheriff.

 

 

 

 

 

Thomas Jackson Raikes, the county sheriff.  Was a farmer near Greenview.  Was elected in 1934 and served a full term, then after elected for a second term, shortly after he died of a heart attack.

 

 

 

Thomas and Martha (Belton) Raikes, Sheriff Menard County.  He has his badge on and his holster and gun on his shoulder.

 

 

Robert Gilmer on the left 1913.  He lived in Irish Grove.  In his will, he bequeathed his library to the Irish Grove Presbyterian church and $500 to the Greenview Presbyterian church on the condition that the church be built within 2 years from the date of the will or the money reverted back to his estate.  His estate consisted of about $4,000 in personal property and 300 to 400 acres of land.  He had also left the General Presbyterian Mission and Board most of his estate.  His uncle filed suit to be the only heir and lost the law suit.

 

 

 

 

Quote For The Day

Be not angry that you cannot make others

as you wish them to be,

since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.

--Thomas a Kempis

 

 

 

 

Do you use the LOL in your internet communications?  Why do we use this....I thought everyone was supposed to use ROFLMBO....so why did someone come up with LOL. 

 

I know it's supposed to mean Laughing out Loud, but everyone always uses it at the end of their communication so to me it means....."I don't have anything else to say so I'm putting LOL to end this conversation".

 

The end.....LOL

 



 

 

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Kumbaya

Kumbaya...do you remember that word?

Of course I remember singing the old song.  We sang it quietly and spiritually.  And I was always told it meant "come by here".  And when we sang it like this: "kumbaya my Lord ",  it asked the Lord to come by and stand beside us.  It was in our girl scout book and was sung around the campfire.

This song was an old African-American song to depict spiritual closeness to the Lord.

But, now it seems to mean something a little different.  The urban social clickers are using it in a way to mean coming together peacefully.  Sure it's close but when it's used on twitter and other social networks it's not being used in the same spiritual way as it was originally meant.  Kumbaya has been robbed!

At times, we all need to call upon the Lord for a bit of spiritual renewal and it sure wouldn't hurt to quietly sing the song of old or at least hum it beneath your breath.  Spiritual guidance or renewal can do a soul so much good.

If you see Kumbaya used on Twitter or another social network and not being sung for spiritual renewal or closeness, think about how glad you are that you were raised during the baby boomer time when everyone knew this song and sung it the way it should be sung.  Quietly, with a bit of a plea to the Lord for a bit of help....

Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone's laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone's crying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's crying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's crying, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone's praying, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's praying, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's praying, Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone's singing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's singing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's singing, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Don't think I need to say more.......


New Acquisition

I recently was able to purchase a 1950's matchbook straight from Smitty's tavern.  It's in very good shape, is foil colored and hard to photograph so my picture is not so good.  I was so glad to find this.  Hope you enjoy this picture!!!   (I hope you will be able to click on it to get an enlarged view - most photos you can, but some don't enlarge)

I remember going into Smitty's with my dad.   It was owned by Luther Schmidt and his very nice wife Mildred.  Mildred was a very thin lady who was very quiet but so friendly.   The tavern always smelled like beer.  As a kid,  I always wondered if they scrubbed the floor with beer in the mop bucket.  Most of the time the front would have 4 or 5 men sitting on the stools.  But the back part remained dark and dank.  But if I remember right, there were bar stools back there too.  I hated to have to walk back there to go to the restroom.  There was a piece of wood lattice with a doorway which kind of separated the two parts of the tavern.  I would creep up to that and scan the back to make sure no boogie men were hiding there in the dark. 

I'm not sure but I seem to remember a shuffle board in this tavern, but I could be wrong.  It's been many years.  Then I remember  Paul Kincaid taking over the business but, I remember my dad telling me that Smitty's wife still owned the building.

Then came the day in 1963, on May 2, while I was at the high school auditioning for a high school cheerleader position, a fire broke out in the locker plant next door, and to the south of Smitty's old place (now Paul Kincaid's).  Mr. Arnold Berg, the local welder was dismantling the locker's freezing units when fire erupted.  This fire resulted in a huge fire, burning the old Propst Opera House which housed K & K Market ( the old skating rink upstairs) and the locker plant and Smitty's/Kincaid's tavern and apartments upstairs.  The Opera House was built in 1910.  Firemen from Greenview, Middletown, Athens, and Mason City worked hard just to save the remaining buildings in town.  My sister had a movie camera and filmed a very very short segment of the fire.  She had that converted to a VHS tape and I still have that.  I really need to get that converted to a DVD and will do that soon. 

Fond memories of Smitty's tavern will always remain with me.  I particularly liked the days when it was so hot outside and my dad needed a cold beer to cool off his insides.  It was always many degrees cooler in Smitty's than it was outside.  How refreshing and I could even ignore the rather dank smells as long as I got a cold bottle of coke to hold in my hot and sweating hands. 

Those were the days.  Gone but not forgotten.


Quote For The Day

The memories of men are too frail a thread

to hang history from.

 

--John Still 

 

Costume party that's called the Small Town Trash Party....not here....but somewhere near.  I want to go as the trailer park humor queen.  But not sure if I have enough cars up on blocks in the yard to go as that queen of bling.

 

At these adult costume trash parties, I find it best to go trashy like the name of the party.  The more trashier the better.  Wear bright red lipstick (no one wears that red colored crap any longer) and be sure to paint rouge (no one even remembers what rouge is these days).  And, spike high heels and hope the heck I don't fall off my spikes.

 

Oh and the hair has to be teased into a bee hive which stands about 8 inches tall and sprayed until "the hive" won't move even if you stood in front of a hurricane.  And, of course, there's need for a proper tattoo on an arm and on the peaking power of the bosoms.  Just a small rose will do....and yes, if you don't want to go out and get a real one, you can use a fake one...or even get out the "sharpie" pen and draw one on.

 

If you're going to the Trashy Costume party, you have to take a potluck dish.  How about Spam bites.  Or maybe carp nuggets, fried crisply and don't forget to score the bones.  I bet no one would think to bring this town's favorite, french fried Rocky Mountain Oysters.  The men in this town always loved these, but now most wouldn't even know what the heck these are.  And finally another potluck dish suggestion is to take a bottle of Boones Farm, Strawberry Hill (or maybe two bottles) and a stack of paper cups.  A true trash party addition to a fine evening.

 

Hope you can make the costume party..... Coming to a location near you.  Come as you are, no one will even care!  See you soon!

 

 





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Has Mother Nature Gone Wacko or What?

Maybe these warm days and perhaps record breaking temps at that are the dog days of summer we hear about.  Or, has old Mother Nature just gone wacko like she did all this year. 

Yoohoo Mom Nature.  Could you tell us please?  I'm a bit tired of trying to be a weatherman among my other daily routines!!  

I swear I think old Mother Nature lives in a shoe all by herself and she's as dried up as an old prune.  She has a nasty attitude because Father Nature left her long ago because of her attitude and her ability to screw up the weather so badly.  But she still has some kids (us) at home.  When they (us) do meanie things she puts on a storm of unbelievable multitude.  Those hurricanes we have in the south, yep they're her work.  And if she could, she would have hurricanes even in the Midwest.  But since we don't have an ocean around here, she fluffs her tail feathers and gives us those dang Tornadoes which are just awful  And they are most awfullest (is that a word?) when her kids (us) are really acting up.

Today it's going to be warm so I can guess that one of her kids (us) has been a bit bad, but not yet awful.  You better hope those kids (us) don't run around without supervision today and create a catastrophe because you know she will send down a warm air tornado.  Her acts of punishment comes down to us (the kids) because she thinks we played too much while she wasn't/isn't
looking.   And hey Momo...what's this having chilly willy coming up this weekend?  Did you lose your drawers and can't find them so our punishment is cold and wet and more cold?

I am the kid here Mom Nature and I'm tired of you always being in control.  Put down your dang cell phone and quit trying to get old Papa Nature back.  You know he ain't coming back unless you change your attitude.  Or better yet, when you get a face lift cause you're really ugly most of the time.  Cool it.  Not that I really mean send cool air down, which I see you intend to do anyway.  Just be nice and don't do anything horrible.

Get it straight Mom Nature.  I don't like wearing shorts today and a winter coat on Friday.  I'm trying to be nice to Mother Nature but lady, you really try me some days.  Better watch it Mom Nature or you'll be getting a new pair of those pearly white dentures cause I'm gonna knock out your teeth for sending us stupid weather.  Now go do it or I'm gonna be bad and you ain't gonna like it!  I might even hide your Oil of Olay and your wrinkle cream and, then, who will want you around?


Old Photos and Stuff
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While I was doing some research, I found this picture in an old Illinois Blue Book.  It was used in the bill that Homer Tice was instrumental in getting passed -  in an attempt to get paved highways, with said bill passing in 1918. I don't know if this photo was around here but Homer Tice used it in his bill.

 

 

 

I found this old Marbold Bank check on ebay.  Unfortunately I didn't win this ebay auction but I did copy the check photo.

From November 1, 1899 when H. H. Marbold was the banker.

 

 

 

1917 Greenview Ads

 

 

Quote For The Day

 

There is a child in every one of us

who is still a trick or treater

looking for a brightly lit porch light.

--Robert Brault

 

 

All saints night is coming.  Most of us have Halloween past stories.  Mine is the hayrack ride from h*ll.

 

We got on the rack wagon.  Some were kissing, some were hugging and some were sitting scared to death they were going to fall off.  I was in none of the categories.  I was a lonely girl who had broken up with a boyfriend.  What the heck was I doing on this hayrack ride I was asking myself.  I sat there with my hands curled up in the straw trying to breath through the dust and the dirt and the rag weed which I'm sure the bales of straw contained.

 

Then the tractor stopped.  And the lights went off.  Dang, the tractor broke down.  Out in the middle of nowhere and about 3 miles from town.

 

We sat there, all quiet.  Everyone worried that they would never get home. I knew I would cause I was going to walk to somewhere.  Everyone else could kiss and tell jokes and spook stories, I was going to be the "savior of the hayrack ride".

 

So down I climbed and started to walk towards what I thought was town.  I walked and walked and walked and finally made it home.  Opened the door and there was my roommate who had been on the hayrack ride.  She immediately said "where have you been?  What happened to you?  All at once when we started to go again, we couldn't find you!"

 

I said "what do you mean when we started to go again?"  She then explained that the tractor driver had to go to the bathroom so he stopped the tractor and went to the woods to go.  He came back and away they went in several minutes later after most of the others also went into the woods to go to the bathroom....they went in the opposite direction as I was walking.

 

That was the last hayrack ride I ever went on.  I had blisters for days and days and my feet ached.  The moral of this story is, if you ever go on a hayride around Halloween,  stay put even if the dang tractor stops.  Someone might come at you with a chain saw but just blow him off because he's probably just a ghost.

 

 



 





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Beauty Is A Thing Of The Past

Just imagine.....women went through a lot to be beautiful long ago.

If you are a woman, you know how long it takes to get beautiful these days....especially if you have a bit of age on your beautiful face.  And, if you are a man, you probably know how long it takes for your beautiful woman to get ready......waited a few times I bet.

First comes the filling or I like to call it straightening the wrinkles.  You buy this special cream at about $25.00 a jar which is supposed to lift, tighten, define, contour, and give you a general radiant look.  It supposedly relaxes your wrinkles and rebuilds collagen.  Now we all know that about all it does is relaxes the sides of your wallet....the more you buy of this cream the thinner your wallet becomes ....the skin of your face might be a bit more smoother but those dang wrinkles still are there to show the world.

After the cream comes the concealor.  I use a yellow Mary Kay concealer because I have some redness in spots on my face, so yellow is the best.  Then after that comes foundation....after you put these layers of wrinkle cream, yellow concealer and foundation on, you don't dare blow your nose because the yellow and the foundation come off easily....and then you have bare ugly wrinkled blotchy skin...in spots so that you look like you have leprosy.

After the face makeup comes the hair.  A woman stands in front of the mirror and look for roots showing through the hair color.  Then comes the tweeking of the hair to get it to cover all of the bare spots.....yes you men out there, us women also have these problems in some cases.  We brush individual hairs this way and that way just to get partial cover over the top of the head.  God forbid when it's summer and a sunburn covers most of the top..... then there is dry pealing skin to contend with.

I personally think it takes us modern women just as long as it did for the vintage women of the past.  Sure they might have had to put in pin curls and sleep on those in order to get the beautiful hair, but putting pomade on the roots and brushing individual hairs is a lengthy process.......and that three layers of wrinkle stuff plus foundation takes a lots of time.  Oh well.....in order to be beautiful at this stage of the game is bound to take time......and what else do I have to do with my time......so I'll just get beautiful!!  Got to go get the beauty ...it takes time doncha know.

News On The Marbold Farmstead

The Menard County Review paper had an article this week to indicate that the Historic Marbold Farmstead Association has been contacted by "Landmarks Illinois" to indicate that the Marbold Farmstead is a finalist for the designation of 2012 Ten Most Endangered Historic Places.

Should the Marbold Farmstead be selected for this designation, the announcement would be made at the state capitol on April 24 at the annual meeting.  To date almost $30,000 has been pledged by families, groups, individuals, toward the purchase of the property.

As a resident I hope that this organization succeeds in raising money to purchase this historical landmark.  All donations to this worthy project would be appreciated by the Association.  Please contact me at my email for information regarding contact information: carlaslittlemoms@yahoo.com


Other News

Albert Kincaid, a longtime county resident, in the Sugar Grove/Athens area, passed away February 18. 

Early voting for the March 20 primary begins this week at the County Clerk's office.

The Greenview Post Prom committee needs donations before April 21.  Make payable to GHS Post Prom: Attn: GHS Post Prom, P.O. Box 200, Greenview, IL 62642

Old Pictures

Begg's elevator, Greenview.

1910 - 1920 era

Greenview resident George Baugher

with his army buddy Elvis Presley

Greenview Presbyterian Church 1914...taken from the park.

Thought For The Day

Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.

--George S. Patton

The National Debt is:

(Multi selection answer...choose the best one)

a.  a true horror

b.  is such that no one of us really knows what normal is

c.  is such that even though politicians talk about it, there is probably nothing which can be done to solve it...at least quickly

d.  is such that the US has to borrow about 41 cents for every dollar it spends

e.  one which has been growing as a major policy issue for the last 40 years

f.  not a myth ... definitely a truth

g.  about $46,000 per person (hope they don't send a bill to me)

h.  always going to be with us....it would be problematic to have no debt at all by the government

i.  all of the above

It looks like it's going to be with us folks for a long time....like it or not.  It's my personal opinion that Congress (both parties) may be jerking us around as they each try to build a wonderful image of their particular party.  I personally laugh at the political rhetoric that I see in/from both parties......let the good times roll politicians, because the election is coming....for some of you, you better find another day job.

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10,000 and Counting!

Yes folks, this blog is now a 10,000 reader blog!

Thanks to you my readers, my goal of 10,000 has been reached.  What an accomplishment!  And I couldn't have done it without you.

So pat yourself on the back for putting up with this trailer park humor and history on the run.....as someone recently put it...."the walking, posting "Greater Greenview Area Museum".....of natural history I might add....LOL.  There will always be history...for each day we are on this side of the grass (the right side I might add), when tomorrow comes, we all created history from yesterday's happenings.  Let us all continue to make history and be on this side of the grass for a long time to come!

Old Tyme Greenview

Begg's Elevator in Greenview

1910-1920 era

Some tidbits about some old time residents and happenings:

In 1870 Andre Gaddie moved to Greenview from his farm, entering the grocery business with G. G. Spear and continuing in the stock shipping business.  Mr. Gaddie had traveled extensively and was a very interesting character, of Scotch descent.

Jerman Tice, of west of town, was fatally injured at the railroad crossing near his home when the passenger train struck his wagon in which he was riding.  He passed away October 18, 1895.

1850 was the year of the historical hail storm, when hail piled up fifteen feet deep in banks, on May 27, and was used to make ice water for the picnic crowd at Sugar Grove on the 4th of July, the hail being perfectly insulated by the mass of leaves and dirt which had washed over it. 

Mr. Henry Marbold bought the land south of here which was the original claim of Charles L. Montgomery in 1850, and with his sister Miss Annie Marbold and their father, John Marbold came there to live.  John Marbold invested in farm land situated near Salt Creek bottom.  H. H. Marbold as he came to be designated took an important part in getting the farming section settled up with reliable thrifty men, many of them from Germany, and these men and their descendants have been a decided asset to the community.

For hog stealing and changing brands, $50.00 to $100.00 fine and from twenty to thirty nine lashes with a leather strap, if a first offense; for a second offense the thief was whipped and then was branded for life.

Sugar Grove announced in 1849 that F. T. Cowen had invented a new plow, which was made without a weld, had two shovels and two moulds, and which could be changed from a one horse to a two horse plow.

Venison and wild turkey were on the market in 1844, the former worth 75 cents per "saddle"; wild turkeys were from 25 to 50 cents apiece, chickens $1.62 per dozen, eggs 10 cents, butter 10 cents, lard 5 cents, apples 50 cents per bushel, potatoes 25 cents, turnips 20 cents and coffee 7 1/4 cents per pound, flour $3.50 per barrel, whiskey 21 cents per gallon.

Thought For The Day

The future belongs to those who believe in

the beauty of their dreams.

--Eleanor Roosevelt

There is always a solution to the problem.....I once read a story about a farmer and a lawyer.  This fancy dancy lawyer puts on his hunting bib and tucker and drives in his fancy car to the countryside....he parks in a lane in the middle of two fields.  He takes out his gun and starts walking toward the woods through an open field.

The owner of the field property comes by and sees the fancy car sitting in his farm lane and really gets mad because he didn't give anyone permission to be there.  The farmer suddenly hears a shot and hurries toward the noise.  He sees the lawyer on the other side of the fence with his shotgun poised and suddenly sees a duck fall to the ground on the farmer's property.

The fancy dancy lawyer hunter scrambles over the fence and grabs the duck which has been shot and runs back and jumps the fence to be on the other side.  The farmer walks up and says "give me my bird"....the lawyer says "No it's mine, I shot it".  The farmer said "but it fell on my land so it's mine".

The lawyer said "I'm a lawyer and I'll sue you and you will lose the duck anyway".  The farmer said "we don't do that here in farm country, we use the three kick rule".  The lawyer said "ok what is this three kick thing".

The farmer said...."I kick you three times as hard as I can, then you kick me and then we keep doing it until one of us wears out".  The lawyer said "ok".....so the farmer kicks the lawyer in the groin with great force....then as he is bent over, kicks him in the head, and as the lawyer straightens up the farmer kicks him in the stomach. 

The lawyer tries to speak but is in great pain, but manages to say...."ok now it's my turn".  The farmer says "No I  give up, you can have the duck".

A good lesson in life....if you are a lawyer and going hunting, make sure that dang duck falls on the land where you stand.  And if it lands over the fence, be sure you look in front of you, in back of you and to both sides for the farmer.....and if you see him, you might want to run.  Forget that duck....wild duck tastes like crap anyway and you are forever digging out buckshot!  





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Was Kindergarten My Best Subject

Are Kindergartners Smart??

These pre-first grade kids are so smart these days and I'm astounded!  They can read and write and tie their shoes and count and say the alphabet and a bunch of other things...... But I think I was just as smart back then, when we went to the so called kindergarten......which was simply the home economics class girls taking care of us for a few hours.  They got credit for the class, we got a snack and a nap and got to play in the sandbox. That's my story and I'm sticking to it because it's true.  But in my case, I hadn't been exposed to learning how to read and write and other things young kids know early in life in these days of progress.

Wait...I guess I wasn't so smart as I thought.....I think it was first grade, when I was in Miss Flo's class, before I could read.  And I couldn't tie my shoes until about 3rd grade....I had the hardest time with that.....and I still, to this day, tie my shoe laces opposite of everyone else. 

I remember one time in my early school days the school  was having some kind of a meeting.  I took the paper home and my mom said she wasn't going to that....she said she would say she had a big bad headache.  Of course, the next day when the teacher asked if my mother was coming to the meeting, I told her that my mom said she was going to have a biggg baddd headache!  I got in trouble when I told my mom and dad at the dinner table what I told the teacher....well that's what my mom said!

You would have thought that little butt swat that I got would have taught me to keep my mouth shut, but no it didn't.  Because not so much later in my life there was going to be another meeting....my mom had said she was going to take a PTA bath so I related that too...she was coming because she was taking a PTA bath....but she wasn't going to any PTA meeting....it was a type of bath that women take (you know....those private areas that need an occasional washing).    I really got in trouble that time.  Geeze!

Just a bit past kindergarten age I did another loud mouth thing that I never forgot.....my mom used to smoke but she never wanted her old Aunt Rindy to find out.  So one night at the after dinner table while my folks were enjoying a smoke, the doorbell rang.  I ran to the door....and there was Aunt Rindy....so I hollered from the open front door in front of God and aunt Rindy......I hollered to mom  "MOM, put out your cigarette, Aunt Rindy is here."  It is a wonder I lived to see my 10th birthday as much trouble my mouth was always in.

I still think Kindergarten might have been my best subject in school....no worries, no trouble, no anything but play.  It was a good time in my life.

Greenview School History
This is copied from one of the orginal Greenview Scrapbooks.  This article will be the first of two or three articles on the schools in our town.  This particular article was written many years ago but not published until I think approximately 1975.

District #14, the first organized district at Greenview, was perfected in 1864.  At that time there were in operation three small schoolhouses in different places in "Blane's pasture".  These continued to operated under the new district plan until 1871. 

 At this time a two-story building was erected on the site of the old grade school building at a cost of $10,000.00.  In 1891 a new two-room building was erected on the same block and just west of the first brick structure.  The high school was moved to this new building.  From then on records show an organized four year high school curriculum being provided each year.

On March 8, 1915, the condition of the old buildings stimulated a resolution to condemn them, a favorable vote to issue $15,000 in bonds and the letting of contracts to build a new building.  The firm of Snyder and Montgomery were given the contract for erecting the present grade* brick building for $15,323, and Tripp Brothers were given the contract for heating facilities at $2,609.  In 1926 and 1927 the gymnasium and home economics buildings were erected.  The total cost to the taxpayers for the three buildings and equipment stands at $49,135.21.

Greenview, realising the acute necessity for increasing its district to obtain a more sound tax base for the education of their high school pupils, voted upon the proposition to establish a community high school district in 1936.  This proposition failed, due to the fact that not many citizens, as yet, had not realized the need and did not comprehend the increasing enrollments and costs of education.  On June 8, 1940, by a vote of 693 FOR, 129 AGAINST, the Greenview Community High School district was formed.  On May 1, 1948, by a vote of the people, Community District No. 200 was formed.

*  this relates to the grade school, which was the one which we all knew in our childhood. It was sold on December 13, 1974 to Roger Horn for $26,000.00. 

 Note the above picture is the first school building which was torn down in 1915. 

Watch for a continued school related post tomorrow.

Recipe


Carrot, Pineapple, Jello Salad

2 small packages of orange jello (can use sugar free if desired)
Grated carrots (until it looks like enough - maybe around 1 cup)
20oz can crushed pineapple

Mix the jello as on the package....cool for a while until it looks like it's beginning to gel.  Add grated carrots and very well drained pineapple (I squeeze mine to get out the juice).

Quote For The Day

The road to success is always under construction.

--unknown author

When you visit your doctor do you ever think he is not listening?  That happens to me a lot.  But I guess old doctor man is always busy and thinking about what ailment I'm gonna come up with next.

Your appointment is just one of many every 15 minutes appointments for a doctor.  With each, he has to change mind courses, from maybe a broken leg with one patient then on to another patient with a brain tumor.  So I guess the poor (ha ha ha) man has to have special considerations when he visits your little exam room.....give him a break.

The last time I was in my doctor's office I expected him at any moment to turn to me and say "no hablo inglis".  And, when he told me what I had, I think he was speaking in Russian because I didn't understand any of the diagnosis.

So this Christmas season, I'm going to be nice and not go to the doctor......I'll give him a break and me too.  But I have every intention of eating whatever I want because the last time I was in the doctor's office I crossed my fingers behind my back when I answered him after he said no more cookies and candies".

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Grant A Wish Day

The Wish Fairies Are Handing Out Wishes
Hurry Hurry....it's grant a wish day.  I definitely want my most desired wish to be granted....but I haven't thought of the wish I want yet.  I knew yesterday that today was the day to line up for the best wishes in the world, but I had to take the time to properly think of what would benefit me the most.  I'm still thinking!!

If I were to ask you right now what would be the wish you would ask for if a genie popped out of the bottle and told you that one wish could be granted, would you know right off what it would be?  I bet ~~NO~~ you wouldn't know.  So take a moment and try to think what that wish would be.

I have spent about 12 hours trying to think of what mine would be and I'm still puzzled.  First of all I wanted to have two million dollars, but I just know that if I got that money,  all my relatives would line up at my door every day wanting me to cook fancy and expensive meals or write them checks or even drive or fly them around so they could go shopping on MY money.....you know places like Tiffany's, Sak's Fifth Avenue, Giorgio Armani, Dolce and Gabanna,  in other words the elite and the best....and I would most likely have to pay for all of the plane rides to get to the shop location.

Those expensive steak dinners and shopping trips would be just too much money so I withdraw my thoughts for that two million dollar wish.  On to the next thought about wishes.

I sure don't want to waste my one wish on something that's impossible to get from the wish fairies, so something along the lines of being beautiful and young and healthy is out I guess.  Hmmmmm......My wish mechanism is just not working well.....the only thing I can think about wanting is to be fair, fey and sweet as a sugar cookie. 

Being a  "fey type person" I could dance with the leprechauns who are friends of the wish fairies.  They always hang around together don't you know.  If I were fair, I would be fresh as a daisy and maybe I could have strawberry blonde hair.  Of course I'm already just about as sweet as can be, but to be as sweet as a sugar cookie is just the ultimate thing in life.  Especially if the cookie is sprinkled with fairy dust and chocolate nonpareils.

Yep...that's my wish.....to be fair, fey and sweet as a sugar cookie!!  What's your wish??

Old Tyme Greenview

1953 - Korean War Armistice signed July 27-28. 
 * August 7 -  Dr. Stanley Paulauskis opened an office for the practice of medicine.  He and his wife, daughter and step-son, Imar Waldners together with Mrs. Paulauskis' mother Mrs. Jasienski are natives of Lithuania and became citizens in 1956. 
 * October 20 - Howard Separ patented a portable bowling alley.  It is being manufactured and widely distributed by the Carrom Industries, Ludington, Michigan. 
 *  November 12 - Mrs. Paul Davis became the new operator of the Markee Grill (at the theater).

 * October 9 - A new chlorinator was installed.
 * November 27 - Memorial lights were installed in the chapel of the Presbyterian Church for Mrs. Clemma Brooks by her children.

1954 - Fall of 1954, a Youth Center was organized under the sponsorship of the PTA in order to give youngsters in high school a place to meet and have fun.  Gowdy Biggs purchased the shoe repair business from Ambrose VanNattan who had bought it from the Purin Pittman estate.  David Woodrum took over the flower agency of the Roseview Greenhouse.

1955 - Greenview Feed Co. opened for business.  Owners were Russell Yocum, Roland Montgomery and Ed Pickett.
 * March 4 - Linda Theater installed cinemascope after six years in business.
 * May 1 - Dedication services of remodeled Christian Church.
 * May 27 - Greenview voted for Daylight Savings time for the first time.
 * August 5 - Cramer Impletment Co. bought the village jail and site for $510.
 * August 19, Secretary of State Charles Carpentier issued a not-for-profit charter to the Greenview Racing Association (midget racers).

1956 - March - The Linda Theater closed.  Blood Alley was the last show.  The owners were too busy to keep it open.
 * June 1 - Greenview went on daylight savings time.
 * June 15 - The Curtis Elevator was destroyed by fire.  It was owned by Clyde McClintick.  (The elevator was rebuilt and was in operation in 1957).
 * June 29 - Construction began on the new telephone building.
 * Sept. 28 - Construction began on the new concrete elevator owned by Paul Allison.

Note:  To me the old town was really hopping back in the 1950's....too bad we can't get some momentum going like our parents age group did.  Sometimes I forget to mark what I have posted from my scrapbooks....so I might be repeating myself.  Sorry for that, but I'm sure there are readers who didn't see the original post or have forgotten they read it .... like me.  I don't have a lot of Greenview pictures unfortunately and would love to have more....if you have any you would be willing to share, could you scan them and email them to me:

carlaslittlemoms@yahoo.com.

Information

Last week I received information that Alan Janssen and his brother Kent were hurt in a construction accident.  The information I got, indicated they were pouring concrete walls and due to a jolt by the equipment one of them fell from the top to the basement floor (about 8 feet)  and then maybe another fluke where the concrete equipment knocked the other.  Not sure on the fine details....only repeating what I heard.  I understand Alan had multiple vertebrae injuries as well as a severely damaged leg, including a crushed heel.  At least two surgeries have been performed on Alan.  Kent suffered multiple broken ribs(11 ribs).

I hope I have most of this right.  I heard the same story from multiple people.  Prayers for these two fine guys. 

Recipe

Munchy Crunchies (the sweet version)

1 stick margarine

1 cup brown sugar

2 tablespoons white corn syrup

Large handful of mixed nuts (no peanuts)

Pretzels if desired.

Cook in a large bowl on high in microwave until it boils.  Remove and add 7 cups chex corn or rice (or mixture) cereal and large handful of mixed nuts....can also add a few pretzels.  Stir and spread  on waxed paper to let cool and break up.  I don't store with an airtight cover...just loose.  Can half the recipe from lesser amount.

Thought For The Day

When I was young, I used to admire

intelligent people; as I grow older,

I admire kind people.

-- Abraham Joshua Heschel

Lately I've noticed that actual Barber Shops seem to be dwindling down to just a hand few.  Don't men get haircuts any longer.....or do I just not know there are still millions of Barber Shops out there.....or since the majority of stylists are women, are women stylists cutting most men's hair?

Every time I go to get my hair cut, the shop I go to is full of men there for haircuts....the stylists are all women.  Those women seem to know exactly how to cut men's hair.  I used to think that only men barbers had the grips on how to cut mens' hair.  But those cosmetology schools must now teach stylists how to do it.  Are there even any Barber Colleges left in this world??  Or do all students just learn how to cut men and womens' hair?  I wonder if they still do those old fashion facials where the barber placed a hot towel around the face prior to getting a shave.....wonder if those stylist also shave men too??

I remember back in the late 1960's and the 1970's, when everyone grew their hair long, I always wondered what in the world the barbers did during that time.  I guess their only customers were the older generation who wouldn't have grown their hair long on a bet!!  Now they do.... some of these older folks even sport ponytails with beads and braids.

I'm sure the old cheap barber haircuts are a thing of the past.  And, I can't believe how expensive my hair cuts are becoming....but you have to get your "hairs" cut or wear it down to the floor.....too much trouble for me.

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